Three Recruits and the Girls They Left Behind Them: A NovelHurst and Blackett, Publishers, 1880 |
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... answered Susan , kicking the silken ball with her pretty foot . " When I knew Phil , my father was alive , and we were well off , as the saying is . I was at school , and so was Philip ; I had a pony , and so had he . Since then my ...
... answered Susan , kicking the silken ball with her pretty foot . " When I knew Phil , my father was alive , and we were well off , as the saying is . I was at school , and so was Philip ; I had a pony , and so had he . Since then my ...
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... than Jacob does . " " And you have not quite made up your mind which of the two you mean to marry ? " said Susan , still stroking Mary's " That is very awkward ! " hair . " Oh ! but I do know , " answered 24 THREE RECRUITS .
... than Jacob does . " " And you have not quite made up your mind which of the two you mean to marry ? " said Susan , still stroking Mary's " That is very awkward ! " hair . " Oh ! but I do know , " answered 24 THREE RECRUITS .
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A Novel Joseph Hatton. " Oh ! but I do know , " answered Mary . " Tom Bertram is that harum - scarum young fellow who rode the steeplechase when Lord Ellerbie's jockey fell ill ? ” " Yes , yes , " answered Mary . " Do you know Tom ...
A Novel Joseph Hatton. " Oh ! but I do know , " answered Mary . " Tom Bertram is that harum - scarum young fellow who rode the steeplechase when Lord Ellerbie's jockey fell ill ? ” " Yes , yes , " answered Mary . " Do you know Tom ...
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... answered Susan ; " what is the matter with the child ? " " It seems so strange that you should talk to his lordship , and your father be friendly with him and visit like , and that I should be your guest and friend too , and that he ...
... answered Susan ; " what is the matter with the child ? " " It seems so strange that you should talk to his lordship , and your father be friendly with him and visit like , and that I should be your guest and friend too , and that he ...
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... answer- ed , looking round the old wainscoted room ; " if it were night I should shut my eyes and bury my head under the bed- clothes . " " You dear , silly , sweet blossom of Arcadia ! " exclaimed Susan , kissing her , " one day , when ...
... answer- ed , looking round the old wainscoted room ; " if it were night I should shut my eyes and bury my head under the bed- clothes . " " You dear , silly , sweet blossom of Arcadia ! " exclaimed Susan , kissing her , " one day , when ...
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Angel answered asked Bertram better Brackenbury Towers Brackenfield chair Chesterfield coach daughter Derbyshire door drink earl Ellerbie's exclaimed eyes face father feel gentleman George Wingfield ghost girl good-bye Grassmoor hand head hear heard heart highwayman honour hope horses innocent Jacob Marks Jessie Burns King's lawyer leave lips London looked Lord Ellerbie lordship market-place marry martial music Mary Kirk matter ment mill mill-owner Miller's Dale Miss Hardwick Miss Manners morning Nannie never night officer Oliver North pardon Pease Philip Scruton Phoebus pinch of snuff poor port wine pretty purse recruits regiment road robbery Septimus Dobbs sergeant sitting soldier Susan Hardwick talk tell Theophilus Short things thought tion Tom Bertram town trouble turned vicar voice walk wick William Rutland Hardwick wine wish woman young fellow
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الصفحة 187 - The sea of Fortune doth not ever flow ; She draws her favours to the lowest ebb : Her tides have equal times to come and go ; Her loom doth weave the fine and coarsest web : No joy so great but runneth to an end, No hap so hard but may in fine amend.
الصفحة 28 - In thoughts from the visions of the night, when deep sleep falleth on men, fear came upon me, and trembling, which made all my bones to shake. Then a spirit passed before my face ; the hair of my flesh stood up : it stood still, but I could not discern the form thereof : an image was before mine eyes ; there was silence, and I heard a voice...
الصفحة 157 - O, how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day ; Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, And by and by a cloud takes all away ! Re-enter PANTHINO.
الصفحة 237 - Beware of parting!" The true sadness is not in the pain of the parting, it is in the When and the How you are to meet again with the face about to vanish from your view! From the passionate farewell to the woman who has your heart in her keeping, to the cordial...
الصفحة 3 - LOVE'S YOUNG DREAM. OH ! the days are gone, when Beauty bright My heart's chain wove ; When my dream of life, from morn till night, Was love, still love. New hope may bloom, And days may come, Of milder, calmer beam, But there's nothing half so sweet in life As love's young dream : No, there's nothing half so sweet in life As love's young dream.
الصفحة 105 - The noise subsided, and he was asked if he had anything to say why sentence of death should not be passed upon him.
الصفحة 115 - What is this world ? — Thy school, O Misery ! Our only lesson is to learn to suffer; And he, who knows not that, was born for nothing.
الصفحة 237 - From the passionate farewell to the woman who has your heart in her keeping, to the cordial good-by exchanged with pleasant companions at a watering-place, a country-house, or the close of a festive day's blithe and careless excursion, — a cord, stronger or weaker, is snapped asunder in every parting, and Time's busy fingers are not practised in resplicing broken ties. Meet again you may; will it be in the same way 1 — with the same sympathies 1 — with the same sentiments?
الصفحة 1 - O'er crackling ice, o'er gulfs profound, With nimble glide the skaters play ; O'er treacherous pleasure's flowery ground Thus lightly skim and haste away.
الصفحة 102 - Misfortune does not always wait on vice; nor is success the constant guest of virtue.